A Little Story from ThriveDC

I thought of a little story from yesterday’s volunteer work at Thrive. A very talkative and articulate woman chatted me up. Frankly, I wasn’t sure whether she was a staff member or a “client.” She was a client. She noticed I was from Boston and we talked about that. Then she asked for extra soap explaining that she was a bit obsessive about hand-washing. She was thrilled to hear I was married to a dutiful (not obsessive) hand washer.

After our first encounter, she came back a little later asked if a lot of people were telling me stories. I said no, not to that point. Then she asked if I would mind if she told me a story. I said of course not. She pointed to a small clear sandwich bag that she had tied to her pocketbook. It contained paper with handwriting on it. She told me that she found the paper on the floor of a bus and that it was a love note from a man to a woman. For whatever reason, she kept it and carried it with her everywhere.

That’s it. The whole story. I told her someone could write a book about that.

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